When the world seems crazy, and friends are a million miles away, I stop and find a nice big tree, climb right up there and realize there are arms big enough in this world to hold everything. When I was a kid I would climb trees and just sit there. If I felt lonely or bored, or sad. Trees are cool. This is another giant live oak I found at another park. It was almost as if it was reaching down just wanting someone to find sanctuary in its limbs. The older I get, the more friends I seem to make in the plant kingdom. Does this make me weird? Maybe it's not me, maybe it's just that people are too needy. I think I'll climb trees until my legs don't work. Sleepy now...
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maybe i just wish i were as strong as those giant trees...
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